Shen Ziqian stood up shakily and looked in the direction where Moh Yanchen had disappeared.
"Miss Shen." At that moment, someone walked down from the stage and approached her suggestively.
Shen Ziqian choked on the perfume on his body. Frowning slightly, she elegantly walked to the bar, sat down, and ordered a cup of "Angel's Tears".
The man approached her and reached out to hold her fair wrist. "What? Are you not turning around so that you don't have to acknowledge seeing an old acquaintance?"
She looked at the man with some annoyance. He was a good producer. When she debuted, she had, more or less, received some help from him, which saved her from some detours.
So what if she was a daughter of the Shen Family? In this deep circle, once she entered, she was already in deep trouble. Some things were beyond one's control, and everyone in it understood this principle.
